The Shadow of Winterfell Chapter 23

Tyrion Lannister

“Did you have to place me in the vanguard, Father?”

The air smelled of fire and blood, the sounds of the wounded and stench of death being everywhere. Yet Tywin Lannister didn’t seem offset by any of it in the least. If anything, Tyrion’s father seemed irritated that there wasn’t more of it.

To Tyrion however, he wanted nothing more than to be back at Casterly Rock or Lannisport with a goblet of wine in his hand and a whores mouth around his cock. Instead, his body was sore and ached all over, his face covered in grime and sweat. That wasn’t to mention the weight of his dwarf-sized armor that was specifically forged just for him, something that Tyrion never actually thought he’d wear, much less in battle of all places.

“The men needed a Lannister leading them, and so it fell to you to do your duty.” Tywin Lannister stated simply. “Even if the Reachmen got what they wanted in the end…”

“We have won a victory today, have we not?” Tyrion asked, perplexed as to what his father meant. Thousands had died in the battle, and their men had thoroughly exterminated the opposing Reach army and even managed to slay and capture a few of their Lords.

“Hardly.” Tywin scoffed. “These men were supposed to slow us down, and they succeeded.”

Soldiers of House Footly and House Varner had ambushed them on the Gold Road as their army marched for King’s Landing. Although marched wouldn’t be an apt description, as sprinted would be a more fitting term.

They had been moving as fast as possible since they left Casterly Rock, headed directly for King’s Landing while gathering as many men along their way as possible. Tywin didn’t even bother stopping at any of the castles of their vassals, instead sending messengers ahead and demanding all available Lords join them on their march.

Ran ragged by the blistering pace Tywin set for them, their tired men-at-arms had to face those of the Reach who were in much better condition. And while they had won, mostly due to their superior numbers, the Reachmen had wounded and killed enough of their men that they had no choice but to halt their advance before they could move on.

Prince… Or rather, King Tommen, would simply have to wait. Tyrion could only hope his sweet nephew would be alright. The Red Keep was said to be one of the strongest castles in Westeros, meaning that even if Renly’s army managed to take the city, the Keep would still hold out with enough competent troops.

That wasn’t to mention the current Hand, as Ned Stark had barricaded himself in King’s Landing from what Tyrion had heard. Apparently he had turned the City Watch into his own army and raided the surrounding Crownlands for resources and food. The man was known as a military genius, one of the best generals Westeros had ever seen, and Renly would have to pay a heavy price if he wanted to forcefully take the city.

However, a city with half a million souls would only last so long if placed under a lengthy siege, which made their current dilemma of getting to the capital that much more important. All that mattered now was who got to King’s Landing first, meaning it was now a race to the between Renly’s army and their own. And if Renly actually managed to take the city and the Red Keep before they arrived, he would be guaranteed victory with enough hostages to negotiate terms.

“We’ll pull back.” Tywin ground out, conceding that Renly would get to the capital first. “Lord Tully finally agreed to call his banners, not that he had a choice, with Robb Stark marching down from the North. Since we can’t make it to King’s Landing in time, nor meet Renly’s army head-on on our own, we’ll head north and regroup.”

“At least there’s a bright side.” Tyrion mused, as his father looked at him in askance. “You’ll get to meet Robb Stark, and maybe even Myrcella if he brought her.”

“There’s no place for women in war. Hopefully the Stark heir was wise enough to leave my granddaughter back in Winterfell.” Tywin stated, before seemingly changing his mind. “Although it would be nice to see her again.”

Myrcella was one of the few people that could get under Tywin Lannister’s skin, in a good way, that is. Cersei’s daughter was simply too sweet, and not even Tyrion’s father was immune to her charms.

A knight approached them then, bringing Tyrion’s thoughts to a stop.

“What shall we do with the men we captured, my Lord?” A knight in Lannister colors asked.

Several hundred men-at-arms had surrendered in the aftermath of the battle, and Tyrion knew their fate before his father even opened his mouth to respond. Tywin Lannister was in a foul mood, and there would be no mercy for the men who prevented him from getting to his daughter and grandson in time.

“Kill them all.” Tywin ordered coldly. “Behead their bodies and plant their heads on pikes for Renly’s army to see if they decide to march north.”

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Hadrian Snow

Harry threw his head back with a groan as his hand tightened on Kinvara’s scalp, threading his fingers through her dark hair as he pushed her further down his cock. The Red Priestess moaned with his shaft filling her mouth, slobbering on it obscenely as his cockhead hit the back of her throat and continued downward.

Precum and saliva poured from the edges of her lips, dripping down past the choker on her long neck and onto the bountiful cleavage below. If Kinvara was bothered by it, she didn’t show it. Rather, her sultry gaze looked up at him with nothing but pure worship.

This was hardly the first time they had done this. In fact, for the past three days, Harry had done nothing but eat, sleep, and fuck to his heart’s content. And it wasn’t just Kinvara who joined him in his debauchery, as Val and Ashara were also present.

The three had found him on the edge of the Riverlands and the Vale, riding north from King’s Landing in search of him. Their ground then found an abandoned home to rest in, as the three girls in his inner circle updated him on the current state of the Realm along with what was going down in King’s Landing. It was a nightmare to say the least, and Harry was more weary than he remembered being in years.

But what started as a simple rest soon turned into something else entirely. Harry was frustrated, furious over Renly’s actions and the kidnapping of Arianne, and the three women did what they could to comfort him. Their first night had devolved into a wild orgy, and only spiraled from there.

He had fucked Val the most, the spearwife possessing more stamina than the others, meaning she could handle his poundings better than the others. But Kinvara and Ashara were hardly pushovers themselves, being gorgeous beauties in their own right who could drive men wild with desire.

After furiously fucking Val, he had laid down as Ashara mounted him, her violet pupils blown wide with lust as she stared down at him. The Dornishwoman’s ass clapped again his thighs over and over as she slammed up and down his cock, her big, heavy tits sitting mouthwateringly on her chest as he squeezed and fondled each breast.

And then there was the Red Priestess, Kinvara, who practically seemed to worship him. She became louder and louder as the session went on, begging for his cock, for his seed, and for him to use her in any way he wanted. It was like she viewed him as her new god, desperate for him to demonstrate his power over her.

And who am I to deny her? His release came then, flooding her mouth with cum as she swallowed desperately. Her eyes rolled up into her skull as he came, her fingers playing with her naked core as she reached the peak of feminine pleasure.

Harry left her like that, pulling his shaft out of her cum-stuffed maw before his eyes scanned the room for his next target. Over on the bed lay Val, and he began slowly moving over towards her, mighty shaft dangling erect between his legs all the while. His personal wildling was a mess of sweat and cum, her body covered from the uncountable number of releases he had sprayed her with in the past few days. Her blonde hair was more untamed than ever before, braids ruined, and Harry only messed it up more as he reached down and grasped her blonde mane in a fist.

She gave a stuttering moan as he pulled her onto all fours while he knelt behind her. Her big round ass was already red, having been spanked and pounded numerous times already, and Harry showed it no mercy as he lined up his cockhead with her labia lips before pushing himself in.

“S-So good…” The wildling moaned, her body quivering as he felt her cum around his embedded cock.

“Fuck.” Harry muttered, moving her back and forth along his hard shaft. She was fit and tight, and her stomach was already swollen with days’ worth of his many releases. But that didn’t stop him from pounding away relentlessly, giving the blonde spearwife the fucking she deserved.

PLAP PLAP PLAP

“You wildling whore.” His hand moved from her braid to wrap around her neck, establishing his dominance over her even more. “You just love my cock, don’t you?”

“Y-Yesss…” She stuttered out shakily, her body going through another earthshaking orgasm as she quivered against his hard body. “I’m your wildling whore!”

He wondered if he might have fucked her too hard and messed with her brain, as Val seemed to have abandoned all dignity that she typically had for herself. Normally she would’ve become enraged if he dared call her a wildling, but now she was actively degrading herself and surprisingly seemed to get pleasure out of it. Harry shrugged, pushing her off his still-erect cock, figuring the blonde warrior was just cockdrunk and would be back to her normal self eventually.

“Harry…” A sudden voice called his name, and he turned to see Ashara sitting on another bed, located on the other side of the room. She was naked as the day she was born, legs wide open and body on display for his viewing pleasure. He licked his lips at the sight, cock twitching in anticipation, as he eyed her naked pussy lips.

The Lady of Starfall was in better shape than the other two, as it had been her status as a noble that saved her from his more rougher side. That didn’t mean he had been gentle however, as her dark hair was matted with sweat and her face flushed from arousal.

He made his way over before looming over her, his cock erect and standing intimidatingly over her crotch. He moved down before proceeding to fold her in half, her legs stretching against his shoulders as he leaned in. Her violet eyes stared directly at him with wonder, wide and impossibly arousing.

He pushed himself in, as Ashara moaned and panted heavily as he filled her core. All the while he could feel her erotic breaths against his face, her dainty fingers clutching at his back while her pussy tightened around his manhood. Even for an older Lady, she was impossibly tight and warm, which only made it more pleasurable as he began to thrust into her.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

His thrusts became rhythmic and he jerked his hips, impaling her on his shaft over and over. Meanwhile Ashara stared up at him in rapture, her body going from one orgasm to the next as he stretched her limits.

“F-Fill me.. please!” She desperately got out, looking as if she wanted nothing more for him to inseminate her. And Harry did just that.

Her body was amazing, her pussy tight, her hair spread out around her head like a halo, and her violet eyes too alluring. His teeth grit together as he restrained a roar of pleasure, his balls giving way as he pumped the Dornishwoman full of his cum.

“HARRRRRRYYYY!” She screamed his name loudly, eyes rolling back from ecstasy.

She fell to the bed in a heap when he was done, her cunt left gaping as his seed poured out of it copiously, staining the bed below. Harry laid next to her, feeling that their multi-day orgy had finally come to a satisfying end.

“What’s next?” Ashara asked some time later, having recovered enough to speak and hold intelligible conversation. “Shall we go back to King’s Landing?”

“No.” Harry answered after some time. “We’ll head to the Riverlands, either Riverrun or Harrenhal, and meet up with my cousin, Robb, there. No doubt whatever Lords that are loyal to Tommen are currently assembling, and will march on the capital from there.”

Robb was coming south with his own banners, and would obviously go to meet up with Lord Tully first. Most likely the Riverlands would join with his cousin’s host, and from there assemble before making their way south towards King’s Landing to relieve Ned Stark.

That wasn’t to mention whatever the Lannister host was planning, as Tywin Lannister could either choose to sully into the Reach without backup or gather with the other Lords first. There was also the unspoken fact that the combined Reachmen and Baratheon host would be massive, and it would take all three Houses to match them, if that.

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Renly Baratheon

His eyes stung, but he no longer had any tears left to shed. Sadness was beginning to give in to rage. Rage at his enemies, at Oberyn Martell, and at the Lannisters who would oppose him.

Loras was still breathing, and that was all that mattered. But his lover was no longer awake, his strength diminished to the point that consciousness left him. It would only be a matter of time till he passed, and no ordinary Maester would be able to prevent it.

The door behind him opened then, as one of his rainbow knights entered. “Lord Hightower is here as you requested, your Grace.”

“Let him in.” He replied.

Loras’ body was covered in dark sores while his veins were somehow visible beneath his skin, purple in color and bulging disgustingly. While the Maesters had healed the wound from Oberyn Martell’s spear, the poison in which the spear was coated in had been incurable. It had entered Loras’ bloodstream, and freely flowed throughout all of his veins.

“Your Grace.” Leyton Hightower entered the room and bowed, as Renly turned to face him.

I will see you healed, Loras. Renly didn’t care what the cost would be, and was even willing to use the sorcery Lord Hightower was rumored to be educated in. The realm could burn for all he cared, but he would make sure that Loras’ dream for him succeeded in the process.

He would take his place as King of the Seven Kingdoms. He would destroy the Lannisters, crush the Starks once and for all, and see Dorne repent for what they did to his lover.

“Lord Hightower.” Renly rasped in reply. “I have use of your services.”

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18

A/N: No, I did not forget about Tyrion. The last seasons of GOT just fucked up his character so much that I struggle to see him as the same smart scheming dwarf. The writers having him make too many cock jokes about Varys does that, I guess.